Deuce the Devil Dog sat on the chair in his puppy form.
"Name?" the Voice asked in confusion.
Deuce promptly growled at the mirror.
"Codename?" the Voice asked no longer expecting any answers.
Deuce began frantically barking at the mirror.
"Hobbies and or interests?" the Voice asked mockingly.
Deuce walked to the door and lifted his leg then immediately began peeing on the door.
"Note subject is peeing on the door," the Voice said with an audible sigh, "I'm not cleaning that up."
-One day later-
A mountain of a man traversed the halls of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. A man with the body type of a Greek God, muscles on top of muscles, as tall as a tree, but even these physical traits could not distract from his flowing mane of green hair.
The man came upon the Brotherhood sitting on a bench outside of an office, "My name is Dr. Leonard Samson and I've been asked to speak with you to assess your mental condition," he said opening the door to the office, "Who's first?"
The proud members of the Brotherhood promptly pointed at Deuce the Devil Dog who in turn hid under the bench.
"How's about we start with… Lance Alvers?" Samson asked looking at a file in his hand.
"Dammit…" Lance trailed of as he entered the room followed by Samson.
-Lance Alvers-
Lance sat on the couch, the way he sat in every chair, as if he owned the thing. He slumped into the couch with his hands resting on the cushion, his elbows pointed out as if he were ready to spring an attack.
"So, you're their leader," Samson said with a small nod, "What annoys you most about leadership?"
Lance would have been taken aback by his forward thought process but he lived with an impatient speedster and a handful of women who spoke their mind, "Not knowing what the others are up to, not knowing what agendas they're trying to fill and especially not knowing who they're with," he replied as if he were in a fight and his words were his fists.
Samson peeked an eyebrow in interest, "Wouldn't you say that's a bit…" he paused for a moment, "Controlling?" he asked studying Lance carefully to gauge his reaction.
Lance leaned forward, "They're not normal, they're eccentric at best. If I'm not watching their backs who else is going to? The X-Geeks? Not fucking likely!" he exclaimed in a sarcastic tone, "But… at least they'd have the common decency stab us in the front."
Samson nodded in understanding, "Does it make it any easier to see who's holding the knife?" he asked in philosophical tone.
"Any way you look at it, it's still getting knifed," Lance replied solemnly.
-Pietro Maximoff-
Pietro sat on the couch arms crossed and legs kicked up on the table, his posture suggesting that he was not in the mood for talk.
"What went through your mind when you betrayed your friends and sister to work for your father?" Samson asked reading from his files.
Pietro was slightly taken aback, "I didn't expect you to have such a detailed file…" he said pausing for a moment, "Do you have any idea what its like to seek the approval of a man who was never really there for you?"
"I couldn't imagine," Samson responded in a whisper.
"It drains your very soul…" Pietro said with a sigh.
-Freddy Dukes-
Freddy leaned forward, his posture slumping in the chair, he had his hands on his lap but they were restlessly wringing.
Samson studied the young mutant intently before speaking, "You have vast superhuman strength and you rank as one of the most invulnerable people in the entire world, but your posture suggests that you're extremely uncomfortable," he said, his eyes studying Freddy's every movement.
"I'm not dumb," Freddy said in a whisper.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Samson asked in response.
"I said I'm not as dumb as everyone thinks I am," Freddy said his confidence wavering, "I know what this is about."
"You do?" Samson asked in surprise.
"I didn't know it was Fury's lunch!" Freddy exclaimed in a panic, "Please don't fire me, I like working here with my friends!"
"You guys are close huh?" Samson asked watching as Freddy wrung his hands.
"Like brothers…" Freddy responded in a whisper, "Don't know what I'd do without 'em…"
-Todd Tolensky-
Todd crouched on the arm of the couch, his body weight shifted low for a powerful leap.
Samson gave the boy a smile to ease his flight reflex, Todd responded by straightening his back, "I've never done anything like this before yo," Todd said meekly.
"That's okay," Samson responded with another smile, "Your file states that you're quite bright. Salutatorian, accepted into several high profile universities and you posses the ability to write with your foot all at the age of sixteen," he said in a rather impressed tone.
Todd hopped up and landed on the couch in a sitting position, "Could I move out of the Hood house and make something of myself? Sure, but where's the fun in that yo?" Todd asked with a smirk, "I do what I love and love what I do with the Brotherhood."
Samson looked at him in shock, "With all your knowledge you have no aspirations to go to college?" he asked in disbelief.
"Look…" Todd said leaning forward, "Just cause you're hung like a moose doesn't mean you have to do porn, yo."
-Karima Shapandar-
Karima sat with her back flush against the couch, her hands laid in her lap as she looked at Samson as he flipped through several pages in a brown file.
Samson finally looked at the teen and smiled, "How would you describe the way you fit into the Brotherhood?" he asked already writing several notes.
Karima was caught off guard, "I wouldn't… I couldn't…" she said her large brown eyes wide and innocent.
Samson looked at her in curiosity, "May I ask why not?" he asked in a soft tone.
Karima unconsciously gripped her mechanical arm, "I'm not a mutant, I'm not a machine and I'm barely human, I'm parts… I don't belong to any one group," she stated flatly, "I'm in my own segregated one female Cyborg group…"
"But you've found something special in this group," Samson replied with a smile.
"Yeah… I did," Karima responded as she blushed.
-Regan Alvers-
Regan sat with her legs crossed at the knee and her hands resting in her lap, a rather large uncharacteristic smile plastered on her face.
Samson looked down at his notes, "You married Lance on a whim and you're currently carrying his child, what was your motivation?" he asked patiently awaiting her response.
"Life!"Regan exclaimed throwing out her arms in an excited fashion.
Samson was taken aback not by her answer but by her tone, "What about 'life'?" he asked softly.
Regan began stroking her hair, "My father is dead, my sister is a psychotic bitch and I have no idea who or where my mother is," she said tucking her hair behind her ear, "You take life one day at a time and do what you want to do. It can only be the best life you've lived."
"Most people would be depressed having to live through such hardships," Samson said gently, as if she could snap at the sound of his words.
Regan placed a hand on her belly, "Being a loving wife and a future mother can really change how you look at things," she said with a surreal smile, "It's like getting a second chance to do things right."
-Amara Allerdyce-
Amara sat on the couch as a princess would sit on her throne. She looked up at Samson while he studied her.
"According to you're file, you were originally based with the X-Men," Samson said leaning towards her, "Do you ever miss them?"
"Well… yeah… I mean they were the first friends I ever really had," Amara said in a state of vulnerability, "I don't make friends very easily… I'm a princess you know," she looked him in the eyes, "I never spent much time with kids my own age…"
"But you left them to follow your husband," Samson said with a nod.
Amara nodded furiously, "I was always taught if you find someone who loves you, you should be willing to walk through the fires of Hell with them," she said with a soft chuckle, "Kind of funny how we can't be burned though."
-Wanda Maximoff-
Wanda laid on the couch as she did her own, lazily. One leg hanging off and her face buried into her arm.
Samson looked at the young witch with great interest, "You don't want to be here do you?" he asked studying her body movement.
Wanda sighed and pulled herself into a sitting position, "My girlfriend is dead, my best friend is off fighting some secret war, I think I'm falling for a blue fuzzy elf, I'm a newly single mother, my father is considered an international terrorist, my twin brother is a schitso… was a schitso, I'm not really sure at the moment and my baby sister is a complete and utter stranger and that really pisses me off," she fired off in quick succession.
Samson took a moment to really soak in what she had said, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked knowing it was a futile attempt.
"I think I just did…" Wanda replied turning her head to break eye contact.
-St. John Allerdyce-
St. John leaned forward on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees.
"Your file says that a terrorist organization was responsible for the fire that killed your mother, has that, in anyway, shaped this new 'hero' aspect of your life?" Samson asked awaiting the Aussie's response.
"What do you mean the woman Mystique knocked up was murdered!?" St. John exclaimed snatching the file out of Samson's hands, "What else does this thing say?" he began reading through it, "They're still there…"
"Hey, you're not supposed to read that," Samson said quickly wrestling the file away from the Aussie, "Wait… you didn't know?" he asked in realization.
St. John sat in silence for a moment before sinking into his chair, "All this toihme oih thought it was an accident," he said glaring at a coffee mug, "Turns out this A.I.M. organization up and decoihdes to burn down a hospital just to show off some weapon they built?"
"What are you thinking about?" Samson asked cautiously.
"They're still there, you green haired bushwhacker!" St John exclaimed, "And oih finally know who ruined moihy loihfe!" he flipped over the coffee table and rushed out of the room.